not about hair

thats not completely true...
   i fixed my holiday by putting in 3 back to back slices ( foils of solid hair, not woven) of bright red.. or for fellow hairstylists 6RB and 6RV mixed, but only with 5 volume so its not going to stick around.
 i'm also sure there are only a handful of people who understood what i just wrote. i talk in weird numbers and letters, this  i understand, but those closest to me have come to understand this language and know what i'm talking about if i refer to a level 7 red, or a level 8 blond and even know about volumes, beveling, over direction, and a whole slew of other terms.  I feel thats the mark of a good friendship, making what's important to your friends important to you.
  how many times have i learned about the most random, unuseful things just so i can have a real conversation with a friend? i've lost count. i put value in my friends, and therefor what is valuable to them becomes so to me. 
its not always easy, or fun, but i've found that its so worth it, because it gives common ground, that starting point... 
      i've found that cultivating good friendships take work, and its hard to put that work in if the friendships have previously been effortless and yet kept at the very surface. always talking about funny, laughable things, never ever any real common ground... making that switch is hard... sometimes painful, and sometimes you lose a friend because they don't want to put in that kind of effort.  
       I'm past the point in my life where i want a lot of friends... i just simply want good friends, and i'm unwilling to put up with surface friends, people that are only around for the good times, the laughs, the easy.   I want the friends that get in the trenches with me, down on their knees with me... fighting..praying.. crying... folks i'm a cryer, and if i can't cry in front of you, then there is something seriously wrong.
     i think people are afraid of being vulnerable, and i understand that, i get that.. i'm there, been there, living there, bought a lot of property there. i hate to be vulnerable. but i must! i must or else i die. just to be dramatic with you for a moment. it goes against my very nature, against all my self preservation... and i'm learning to fight it, because if i expect vulnerability from my friends... i must in return be...
 these are my thoughts.